#kadmos

[corvidonia]

every day i wake up and think about cadmus tbh. hes just some guy with one cursed little family tree. and i love him

[writingsfromspace]

WTW FEAST OF FRIGHT - DAY 17: Scarecrow

Introduce the main relationship(s) in your WIP

So, the main relationships in The light beyond are obviously the ones amongst the gang. The squad. The friends. Those being Kadmos, Nuri, Regina (who might be renamed), Berndt, Echo, and the weasel.

I was going to talk about the whole web but I guess we'll stick with Kadmos

Kadmos' relationship with the group as a whole is probably the most difficult out of all of them. He's the most recent addition, although he has been here for a few years now, and he struggled a lot to feel like he belonged. The others, especially Berndt and Nuri, made every effort to make him feel welcome, though, and eventually he allowed himself to be a little comfortable.

Kadmos looks up to Berndt as a fatherly friend (though he probably wouldn't call it that; he hasn't made great experiences with fathers) and is, in fact, least cagey about asking him for help. Berndt is always worried about him, knowing full well that Kadmos will nonetheless be hesitant to ask for help even if he needs it, and tries his best to give Kadmos excuses to ask indirectly.

Nuri, being his age, quickly becomes his best friend of the bunch though, the one he generally feels closest to and most comfortable with, and they spend a lot of time together. Nuri finds him delightful. He couldn't say why if asked, but it's something about the way he carries himself, even if Nuri, like Berndt, is constantly struggling against Kadmos' pride and other hangups in an effort to take care of him when needed. He doesn't want to lose him and so he treads carefully. Kadmos, on the other hand, very much doesn't want to be taken care of by Nuri. He wants to take care of Nuri. He's only starting to realize how much.

He admires Regina's knowledge and intelligence in her field, and she returns those feelings generously; when left alone, they're most likely to talk about magic theory or technology out of respect for the other's interest.

He's not very close with Echo, but he finds her quiet and calm manner reassuring. She rather reserved by nature, but fully categorizes him as friend.

The weasel has taken a liking to him, and what he might find patronizing from a human (in human shape, or whatever the case with the weasel may be) he finds more easily tolerable from the weasel; it's allowed to be more protective of him.

[bugwolfsstuff]

Wait were Cadmus and Harmonia still humanoid around the time any of their kids died?

Like Harmonia is a goddess, did no one think to maybe go 'hey mama is that a god or nah?' *points at Zeus/Dionysus*

Like wouldnt she know?

[deadlypincers]

Main characters from my story "Revenant", except the they're in this dramatic anime-like poster or something.

[philosophenstreik]

es ist ein cover, wie es die autoren wollten, ist es doch genauso gestaltet, wie im roman - psychothriller - für den einband eindeutig beschrieben... wer nun den einband gestaltet hat, die autoren oder jemand anderes wird nicht ganz klar, doch das buchdesign scheint von matthias a.k. zimmermann zu sein, einem der autoren. sollte dies der fall sein, so hat er sich an das werk gemacht, das er zuvor beschrieb (oder baute er den roman um sein design herum??) - ob das nun positiv ausgefallen ist oder intoxikiert...? auf jeden fall kann man sich sicher sein, das der gestalter den roman gut kannte...

[sarafangirlart]

I actually find this version more interesting than the Hephaestus one bc of the astronomical levels of angst. Like I imagine Europa feeling angry and betrayed that Cadmus made peace with Zeus and even helped him defeat Typhon despite the fact he kidnapped and raped her, that Cadmus gave up on his search for her and settled down in Thebes and married Harmonia, who was either Zeus’s daughter or granddaughter. How she was forced to marry a stranger that her rapist picked out for her rather than the father who loved her.

Imagine Europa taking revenge, cursing the necklace herself and sending it to Cadmus without attending the wedding? The angst. The drama. The tragedy.

Ok but like… why would Europa give her brother a cursed necklace on his wedding day? Actually, why would Zeus give Europa a cursed necklace????

[abitterberryblog]

vis when he first started training with lanistia and kadmos

[callixton]

i did submit the stupidest bakkhai dream cast imaginable for this assignment. and now i just have to sit in the knowledge that its in his inbox

[devilscandyarchive]

8/11/20 source

[aspentreesart]

finally finished this,, its very large sorry character height reference sheet for my project <3

[outpost51]

🍸🎳🤦‍♀️ foooooor Kadmos, Atria and Dillon pls?

OC Emoji Asks

🍸- Favourite drink?

Kadmos: brandy in a warmed glass, or whisky on the rocks — if cocktails are being served, he likes an Old Fashioned.

Atria: she doesn’t drink because she watched what it did to her dad :’) but! She and her Squad™️ have a mixed drink they’ve affectionately dubbed an “engine sludge” — half a can of any energy drink, half a bottle of Tupari, a few spoonfuls of frozen juice concentrate, one (1) energy shot, and a handful of off-brand Skittles. Idk how they’re not all dead, honestly.

Dillon: Anything that “comes with a snack” (edible garnish)!

🎳 - Do they have hobbies? If yes, what are they?

Kadmos: he’s got a few, actually! He loves being out on the water, whether it’s on a yacht or a kayak or a little fishing boat — he’ll fish off a dock, even, and keeps a portable grill with his tackle box. Loves camping (in cabins) and hunting with his uncle. He’s picked up a few active hobbies while researching roles, too!

Atria: tinkering! She loves scrapping together random shit in the garage to make functional gadgets, sometimes to the detriment of her own health (broken bones from the hoverboard, electrical burns on her hands, Torch’s gun arm wound up and pinched her finger real good, etc)

Dillon: answered here!

🤦‍♀️ - Something that continues to embarrass them to this day

Kadmos: he’ll claim he’s never done anything embarrassing ever, then change the subject. His family, on the other hand, has plenty of stories that prove quite the opposite. When he was still just a twiggy little drake (i know, kadmos? little?), he was uhhhhh feeding a snitch to the snapjaw in the lake behind his grandfather's house and wasn't paying attention to the stake he was tying the bait rope to. The snapjaw grabbed its meal, the rope pulled taught over the branch, and that stake he tied the rope to? His spur. Not the stake. He got yanked all the way up into the tree feet first, broke his spur, and lost his pants along the way. Poor Kaddy was only stuck up there for about ten minutes before someone came to check on him, but he'll hide in his cowl if any of his aunts bring it up.

Atria: so while she’s recovering after the events of BRHP, she and Torch both get to hang with uncle Hericus all day — partially for physical therapy, partially just to get them out of the house. Hericus, being the weird hippie brother that lives in the woods behind his dad’s house, has always been pretty big on conservation and ensuring the food chain stays balanced; as such, this means he keeps track of the local shatha population since they’re nonnative to Taetrus — I’ll probably go into that worldbuilding some day. ANYWAY. He has a database and tags the ones he comes across in the Wildlands, so he took the girls out with him! Atria doesn’t like guns, so she was on tagging duty while Torch and Hericus handled the tranq darts. Periodically, the tags need to get scanned to ensure they’re still tracking properly and to snag some extra data off them, and that’s precisely what Atria was doing with M-41 (who they think might be Pudge’s dad, or an uncle) when the big bastard took a deep breath and she went ass-over-tea-kettle off his flank, right into the swamp water. Yeah, not her proudest moment.

Dillon: You'd think it would be The Incident that mortified her out of wearing skirts, but no, it was the time when her parents had taken her and Daisy out to a decent restaurant to celebrate Daisy getting a solo at the dance studio -- mind you, Dillon was only five and Daisy was eight. Cheryl took baby pickle to the bathroom, and when they re-emerged, Dillon announced to the entire restaurant (at the tippy-top of her little lungs) what she'd accomplished upon the porcelain throne. Cheryl still tells the story any time Dillon gets a little too cocky.

[afortoru]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2CyUtLrcwv/?igsh=ZHphZnI3d2ZteW45

The way I was blushing in public 😔👎🏻

Meri izzat ka baji palak kr rhe ho

[writingsfromspace]

Sometimes I remember I have a completed first draft of Never Better and then I think about it for a bit

Today's bit was: something should be up with Bernt. The whole gang are members of more or less stigmatized groups (though I have to work out the details for Echo), and I suspect that is. A Theme

Easy solution would be to make him trans but I shall ruminate

[dionysusmybeloved]

HOMERIC HYMN #7

TO LORD DIONYSUS

I shall recall to mind how Dionysos, son of glorious Semele,

appeared on the shore of the barren sea,

on a jutting headland, looking like a young man

in the first bloom of manhood. His beautiful dark hair

danced about him, and on his stout shoulders he wore

a purple cloak. Soon on a well-benched ship

pirates moved forward swiftly on the wine-dark sea;

they were Tyrsenians led by an evil doom. When they saw him

they signaled to each other and then leapt out and quickly seized him

and put him on board their ship, glad in their hearts.

They thought he was the son of a Zeus-cherished king

and wanted to bind him with painfulshackles.

But the shackles could not hold him and the withes fell far away

from his hands and feet; and he sat there smiling and dark-eyed.

When the helmsman perceived what this meant,

he quickly called upon his shipmates and said:

“Why do you seize and bind this mighty god, you crazy men?

Our well-made ship cannot even carry him!

He is either Zeus or Apollon of the silver bow,

or Poseidon, because he looks not like a mortal

but like a god who has his home on Olympos.

But come! Let us leave him upon the black mainland

at once! Do not lay hands on him; he might be angered

and he might raise violent winds and a great storm.”

So he spoke, but the captain scolded him with harsh words:

“Madman! Keep your mind on the tail wind, and hold all the lines

and hoist the sails of the ship. The men will take care of him.

I reckon Egypt or Cyprus is his destination,

or the Hyperboreans or yet some more distant land.

When we are through with him he will talk about his friends

and brothers, and all his goods, since some god has sent him our way.”

This said, he hoisted mast and sail on the ship,

and the wind blew the mainsail full as they pulled the lines

tight on both sides. But soon wondrous deeds unfolded before their eyes:

first throughout the swift black ship sweet and fragrant wine

formed a gurgling stream and a divine smell

arose as all the crew watched in mute wonder.

And next on the topmost sail a vine spread about,

all over, and many grapes were hanging down

in clusters. Then round the mast dark ivy twined,

luxuriant with flowers and lovely growing berries;

the thole-pins were crowned with wreaths. When they saw this

they ordered the helmsman to put the ship to shore.

Now the god became a fearsome, loud-roaring lion

in the bow of the ship and then amidships

a shaggy bear he caused to appear as a portent.

The bear reared with fury and the lion scowled dreadfully

on the topmost bench. The crew hastened in fear to the stern

and stood dumbfounded round the helmsman,

a man of prudent mind, as the lion swiftly lunged

at the captain and seized him. When they saw this,

they escaped evil fate by jumping overboard into the shining sea

and turning into dolphins. But, pitying the helmsman,

the god held him back and made him most happy with these words:

“Courage! . . . you are dear to my heart.

I am loud-roaring Dionysos, born of the daughter of Kadmos,

Semele, who found love in the arms of Zeus.”

Hail, lovely-faced child of Semele! There is no way

one can forget you and still compose sweet songs.

(trans. by Apostolos Athanassakis)

[whencyclopedia]

Dionysos

Dionysos (Roman name: Bacchus, also known as Dionysus) was the ancient Greek god of wine, merriment, and theatre. Being the bad boy of Mt. Olympus, Dionysus was perhaps the most colourful of the Olympian Gods.

Son of Zeus

In Greek mythology, despite being the son of Zeus and Semele (the daughter of Kadmos and Harmonia), Dionysos did not receive the best start in life when his mother died while still pregnant. Hera, wife of Zeus, was jealous of her husband's illicit affair and craftily persuaded Semele to ask Zeus to reveal himself to her in all his godly splendour. This was too much for the mortal and she immediately expired; however, Zeus took the unborn child and reared him in his thigh. Most accounts then attribute the satyrs and nymphs as the carers of Dionysos in his childhood and the wise Silenus as his chief educator on Mt. Nysa, far from Hera's wrath.

Homer describes the god as the 'joy of men', and Hesiod likewise describes him as 'much-cheering'. This is no doubt because Dionysos is credited with giving man the gift of wine. The god gave Ikarios, a noble citizen of Ikaria in Attica, the vine tree. From this, Ikarios made wine which he shared with a group of passing shepherds. However, unaware of the stupefying effects of wine, the shepherds thought they had been poisoned and so swiftly took revenge and killed the unfortunate Ikarios. Notwithstanding this inauspicious start to the wine industry, wine became an extremely popular drink in antiquity. The Greeks usually drank wine diluted with water (one part wine to three parts water), mixed in a large krater vessel. Wine was drunk at banquets, festivals, and private parties, in particular, at a symposium, a kind of informal, male-only drinking session where guests reclined on a couch (kline) and engaged in conversation on topics ranging from gossip to philosophy.

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[philosophenstreik]

intoxikation

chemie der illusionen

thriller von kristina schippling und matthias a.k. zimmermann

erschienen 2024

im kulturverlag kadmos

isbn: 978-3-86599-563-6

(von tobias bruns)

kara Kowalski ist eine erfolgreiche, berühmte und exzentrische berliner künstlerin, die den drogenrausch liebt, esoterisch angehaucht ist und zu wutausbrüchen neigt, die bei ihrer körperlichen statur noch beängstigender sind. ihr leben gerät jedoch eines nachts aus den fugen, als sie - noch im rausch - ihren ex-freund, der in das atelier eingedrungen ist für einen einbrecher hält, auf ihn losgeht und er dabei über das geländer stürzt, metertief auf den atelierboden knallt und sofort tod ist. statt die polizei zu rufen beschließt sie, die leiche verschwinden zu lassen, indem sie sie in einer badewanne verätzen lässt, was jedoch einige zeit dauert und in der nachbarschaft einen verwesungsgeruch verbreitet und doch die polizei in ihr atelier führt, wo sie allerdings sehr kreativ etwas anderes als quelle dieses geruchs präsentiert. sie ist vorerst einmal in sicherheit. malina ist eine nachbarin von kara und im gegensatz zu dieser ohne erfolg. seit ewigkeiten sucht sie einen verlag für ihren sehr speziellen roman und hält sich gerade so mit einem job in der bibliothek über wasser. bei ihr will irgendwie nichts funktionieren. eines nachts jedoch, als sie gerade aus dem fenster schaut spielen sich erschreckende szenen in dem atelier ab, auf das sie herabschaut. schnell greift sie zum handy und filmt alles mit. statt die polizei zu rufen beschließt sie, ihrem notorischen geldmangel ein ende zu setzen und schickt kara eine mail mit den videoaufnahmen und einer geldforderung. kara bekommt es mit der angst zu tun, ist der körper doch gerade so gut verschwunden, aber mehr noch als angst steigt gut in ihr auf. wer erlaubt es sich hier, sie, die große künstlerin zu erpressen. sie giert nach rache und rekonstruiert, von wo aus die aufnahmen gemacht worden sein müssen. sie hat einen menschen verschwinden lassen, dann wird ein zweiter wohl kein problem sein. sie hat einen klaren plan, doch kommt es immer anders als man denkt...

"psychothriller" steht auf dem einband, doch ist dieser roman tatsächlich ein psychothriller, nur weil psychopathen die protagonisten sind? es ist erst einmal eine gute geschichte, deren unerwarteten wendungen allerdings zumeist recht unwahrscheinlich sind. doch an sich kein problem, es handelt sich ja um fiktion und da ist alles möglich und die spannung wird auch durchgehend auf hohem nieveau gehalten. die vielen kleinen nebengeschichten, die ein ganz anderes literarisches genre bedienen, wollen aber nicht immer passen und führen häufig ins nichts, man fragt sich, wozu diese sein müssen, da die geschichte auch hervorragend ohne funktionieren würde - als beispiel sei nur einmal ein buch genannt, dass alles wissen und alle literatur in sich vereint, die es jemals gab, ein kleines büchlein, welches einmal aufgeschlagen eine unendliche anzahl an seiten hat, da ist die auseinandersetzung mit der wiedergeburt und deren folgen schon sinnvoller für den plot eingebaut...all das kann man dem roman verzeihen, doch was wirklich mit der zeit zuviel wird, ist das gefühl, dass die autoren scheinbar meinen einen bildungsauftrag für deren leser zu haben oder aber das bedürfnis verspüren all ihre rechercheergebnisse über bildende kunst, chemie, informatik, forensik, japan oder sonstiges in ihren roman packen zu müssen - man wünschte sich fast, diese stellen würden extra markiert, damit man sie überspringen kann, um im roman und nicht im lehrbuch weiterzulesen (es wäre vielleicht eine überlegung, sollte es zu neuauflagen kommen). das beiseite ist der thriller gute unterhaltung.